all nearness pauses, while a star can grow
all distance breathes a final dream of bells;
perfectly outlined against afterglow
are all amazing the and peacefull hills
(not where not here but neither's blue most both)
and history immeasurably is
wealthier by a single sweet day's death:
as not imagined secrecies comprise
goldenly huge whole the upfloating moon.
Time's a strange fellow;
more he gives than takes
(and he takes all)nor any marvel finds
quite disappeaance but some keener makes
losing,gaining
--love! if a world ends
more than all worlds begin to(see?)begin
-- e.e. cummings